'Most of my ills I have cured,
The worst I have always survived,
But the very worst ones I endured
Were those that never arrived.'
... from my little Friendship Book

Over the Moon!
or: What's sleep got to do with it, got to do with it?

I don't know why
I can't sleep anymore,
But I know it's all over
When my toes hit the floor;
My muse thinks that sleeping
Can take a back seat,
must stand there in line
While my worries repeat
Themselves over and over
And over again—
Could they not have come knocking
At a quarter to Ten?

I don't know why
I can't sleep at night,
I do love the moon,
But it's shining so bright!
It winks and then gives my eyes
One extra pull;
I stand at the window;
The scene is so still;
In the quiet of midnight,
Its glow settles down,
Painting the landscape
Across field and town
With soft pearly colours
Where dark ones had been;
Touching down in my heart,
There perhaps to begin
To pour peace on my worries,
To quiet their din;
With a nod to my pillow,
I'll try sleep again!
Edie Batstone